CID CORMAN DREAM 9/28/2004

Cid & I are in the countryside. I suggest, "There’s a nice lake down the road; would you like to go see it?" He would; & we set out walking. The road goes at a slight, gradual decline through a wide region of long leafy shrubs & dry earth

As we walk, I feel my heart is full - as if a large, ripe orange were inside it. Cid is old, wearing his thick glasses & green beret, also a corduroy jacket. He is somewhat stooped over with age, a bit frog-like

On the way, a gravel path branches off to the right. Then, I recall, "My father is here. Let’s go see him." (He has come to visit me & is waiting by another small lake) Cid likes this idea (they have never met) so we turn along that path

The path winds under trees & over a stream. Cid says, "I bet he gives now more than you give him." I don’t agree, but reply to keep up our friendly spirits, "About the same ..."

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